"Yeah, it's not too bad a view," he says, shifting into a sitting position and shaking out his hands and arms. His legs feels tired, his back's a bit stiff and there's sweat coating his hair and shirt but he feels great. Exhilarated and alive.

But, he's watching her watch things and he can't help but smile warmly, gently. This made the whole thing worth, the strain and the pain. Seeing her look so happy and pleased with herself.

"How are your hands?"